Don't say that we want to pit you, this is to help you, in the future, the merchant ships of the Great Song Dynasty will come every year, loaded with exquisite porcelain, silk, tea, divine oil, and sugar, all of which will stop here to do business, whether it is cost-effective or not, and figure it out for yourself. You ponder slowly, I won't urge you, I'll borrow you for the pier first, and the time has come to punish the Arabs, and after punishing the main culprit, it's my turn to cooperate, and then listen to your final answer.

How to punish it? Skyfire! Of the 177 captives, more than 50 black slaves and the fat translator who could speak Chinese and his brother were removed, and the remaining 120 were all transported from the big ships to the harbor, where they were shot dead in front of the prince's eyes, and the corpses were piled up in three large piles, doused with whale oil and burned.

At this time, the black fat man was already paralyzed, land, give! Contract, sign! What kind of warehouse to help build, success! Anyway, I promise whatever I say.

After all the tossing was over, Hong Tao was still not at ease, and he thought of a way to consolidate his supply point, that is, to marry this taba prince. This trick seems to be often used in ancient times, and it works quite well, since you have come to ancient times, you have to do things according to the customs of this era. If we want to marry a Ceylon princess, we must also be the prince's own daughter, don't get me a slave to pretend to be! How to confirm whether this kiss is close or not, let Carl take someone to the palace to find out. Which young girl has many servants, wears more gold and jewelry, and lives in a good house, which is his own daughter. As a result, Karl caught five or six, and among them were indeed the prince's own daughters, as well as the prince's wives and concubines.

"Uncle...... I don't want to marry her......" Looking at the dark and short little girl in front of her, Bo Jiao looked at Hong Tao with pleading eyes, it was not Hong Tao who married herself. He gave the glorious task of harmony to Bo Jiao.

"Phew! People are princesses. You're a poor fisherman. Why wouldn't you? Your grandpa is not here, I will help you make the decision, and the wedding will be held immediately, and the dowry will be five cans of sugar! Silly boy, marrying the princess didn't say that you should take it home, you just need to stay here for a while, and when I come back, I will send someone to replace you. In the future, I don't care if you are willing to come or not, and return to Jinhewan. You can still marry a girl from the Tan family, understand? Whether our company can develop and grow in the future depends on you! Under the persuasion of Hong Tao's scare, temptation, and righteousness, Bo Jiao gritted his back molars, and went to the execution ground to marry the Ceylon princess on the dock, and turned into Prince Taba's concubine.

Concession! The first concession of the Golden River Marine Resources Management Company Limited was born in the port of Kabalan in the State of Ceylon. In order to support the prince of Ceylon who had just become the old man of Bojiao, and to prevent the passing Arab fleet from making trouble, Hong Tao simply left the Zhenzhou in the port of Kabalan, on the one hand, to keep an eye on the construction of the concession, and on the other hand, to take care of the more than 50 black slaves. However, Hong Tao specially told Bo Jiao one thing. That is, the Zhenzhou can't dock in the port, just send a few crew members to watch those slaves go ashore to work. The rest of the men and ships had to anchor outside the harbor, the anchorage had to be changed every night, and the lights on the ship were controlled to prevent anyone from touching and sneaking up.

What kind of horses, contracts, Hong Tao doesn't believe in them, these things are just for outsiders to see, and what really works is his own strength. Now he doesn't have much of a force to fortify this supply point, so he can only rely on these things to appease the prince of Ceylon first. When he returned to the Great Song Dynasty from the Arabian Sea, he would soon bring a group of wolf-like Great Song merchants over. At that time, this Kabalan port will not be the final word of the king of Ceylon, it will become a permanent stronghold of the Jinhe Marine Resources Management Company and the Great Song Dynasty maritime merchants, not only to build warehouses, but also to build forts and shipyards, and to immigrate here in large numbers. With this stronghold, he can strangle the Arabs' sea route to the east, not to say that they are not allowed to go to Southeast Asia to do business with the Great Song Dynasty, but how to do this deal, you have to decide by yourself.

The fleet stayed in the port of Cabalan for only two days, and Hong Tao set sail again with the remaining three sailing ships, this time not due west but northwest. The fleet traveled all the way along the western side of the Indian Peninsula, exploring as it went, passing through five or six countries along the way, all kinds of Borneo and various tiles, and if it weren't for the presence of that Arab translator, Hong Tao really couldn't figure out why there were so many countries on the Indian Peninsula. And they don't all believe in one religion, from Islam to Hinduism to Buddhism, and sometimes the religion of two ports in the same country is different.

"You're from here?" Since leaving the port of Kabaran, Hong Tao has been hiding in the captain's room with the fat Arab man all day long, and he is inquiring about the mysteries of the Arab world. Hong Tao knew nothing about the Arab region in the thirteenth century, so he had to ask clearly, at least he should know which countries existed.

This one calls himself Gamel. Abdul. Deward. Abdul. Medini's guy weighed 200 pounds, but his guts were only the size of a pinpoint, and he was the first to take the initiative to admit that he knew Chinese, and not only did he admit it, but also exposed his four companions, including his own brother. Hong Tao has always been magnanimous to the faint-hearted, not only pardoning his crimes, but also sparing his brother's life, and locked up on this ship. Every word he said, Hong Tao would ask his brother again to see if there was a lie.

"Miska! Here ......" Medini pointed to the south shore of the entrance to the Gulf of Oman with a trembling finger like a small carrot. This chart was drawn by the Arabs, and like the charts of the Great Song Dynasty, they are out of shape, but they can generally see where it is, but Hong Tao does not understand Arabic and cannot read Arabic characters.

"Oh, you're from Oman, and it's called Miska? What do you mean? Hong Tao probably knows the hometown of Martini, this port should be called Muscat, which is the capital of Oman.

"Honorable lord, it's the spice ......" Martini tried to control his facial muscles as hard as he could, trying to squeeze out a bright smile, and every time he saw Hong Tao's thin eyes, his heart couldn't help but tremble. More than 100 people, all killed, and all burned! Every night, Martini would suffer from insomnia, and when he closed his eyes, he would dream that Hong Tao was pouring divine oil on his head.

"Is your hometown a war horse? Tall war horses, if not, we can only go to Baghdad, who occupies Baghdad now? Hong Tao knew that this fat man was afraid of himself, and what he wanted was this effect, and if he was not afraid, he would be bullied. These Arabs can never be their allies and allies of interests, and they can only use one word against them, kill!

"Your honorable lord, your wisdom is like the stars in the sky, and your heart is like the vast sea, please allow your faithful servant to give a little advice......" As soon as Medtini heard Hong Tao say that he was going to Baghdad, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground, and hugged Hong Tao's legs and played with his life.

"You have also been in the Great Song Dynasty for many years, and it is estimated that Guangzhou and Quanzhou also have your family, right? Why haven't you learned the rules of the Great Song Dynasty! Don't be so verbose when you speak, don't have so many adjectives, just say it directly, I'm in a hurry, I'm not afraid that I'll give you something if you keep holding me like this? Hong Tao flicked his legs and arched the fat man who was full of smell, and the kick couldn't move, it was too heavy.

"Yes, yes, yes! Baghdad can't go, now there is a war over there, and the Turks from the north are attacking south! Martini quickly let go of Hong Tao's legs, knelt on the carpet in a proper manner, and swore to Hong Tao that he was telling the truth.

"The Turks are all running here!" Hong Tao was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the Mongols had already reached the Persian Gulf, the ancient Turks were the Mongols, the Mongol tribes who moved westward, and in later generations they all skewered and believed in Islam, but not in the thirteenth century.

"If you don't go to Baghdad, does Miskar have a war horse? I need not only war horses, but also slaves who can raise war horses, can you help me get them? "Hong Tao didn't want to go to Baghdad at all, it is not a port city, he can't abandon the ship and go ashore, and take more than 200 people to the Arab capital. This is just to let Medini know that he is not a mallet, and that he knows what is in the Arab world, and that he should not expect to be deceived like other Song people.

"Yes, yes, yes! The Bedouins have war horses, a lot of war horses, and I can go and exchange them for ...... It's just that my goods have been sunk by adults...... "The fat man's face was already sweating, I don't know why, he was so afraid to go to Baghdad, but he hadn't lost the essence of a profiteer, his life was almost gone, and he dared to make conditions with Hong Tao.

"Taste this...... Eat, this is not poison, I want to kill you and still need to poison it! Hong Tao picked up a jar of sugar on the table and handed it to Martini, but the fat man had a bitter face and didn't dare to eat it.

“…… Sugar...... White sugar! Forced to be helpless, Martini had to pinch a little and put it in his mouth, and then immediately stopped being bitter, clicked his mouth, pinched more and put it in his mouth, and then smiled at Hong Tao. It seems that there is a reason why he is so fat, foodie! People all regard death as home, but Ta Nima sees food as home.

"Is there sugar in your country?" Hong Tao saw Martini's surprised expression, and his heart was a lot more steady, it seems that white sugar is not only not in the Great Song Dynasty, but also in the Arabs. Although Da Song also has something called frosting, it is not white sugar, but brown sugar, which is lighter in color than brown sugar, but far from white. The literati of the Song Dynasty preferred exaggerated recording techniques, and they could say that a whale stretched for thousands of miles, and it is easy to understand the use of the word frost to describe brown sugar. (To be continued.) )